Ed Roberson

Lunar Eclipse

You've seen only a planed circle of moon,the white wafer; the low sky's flat pennygrow into that dime, flipped in the turntaken by the earth, until you seewhat's won from behind its veil of brightnessby the lunar eclipse a red marble,a pinball of blood and it's your shot, a ballof red clay before its pinch into a bowl,what I want to say and its lookthat far away from it.I want to say it suddenlyturns three dimensional with shadowshaded in at the drawnearth-curtain's darkening; and that darknessmakes shape-informed light clearer rounding outmidnight, and moon, once it is that lighted ball,falls above a night now floored with depthso dark above you you can feel the feetand meter fill with time. New Years confetti eachspeck's fall a galaxy ago back into space.Space back into space restored beneath the moonto here in the shading of eclipse. The distances. We have to feel the spatial in what we seeto see clearly the eye measure in hands and feet; as when we kiss,distance disappears, our eyes close,and we see bodily in raised detaila measure deepen into our worldin each other. And what we arein the shadow the world makesof our love, by this earth shine, we see ourselves whole, see in whole perspective.